Lying in bed listening to Tin play the imaginary trumpet and sing Go Saints Go and then crack up saying isn’t that a funny song? He doesn’t hear me listening to Rebecca Rapp rap a Saints to the dome song and me saying what a funny song. Tin just told his stuffed alligator named Rvan that he has three more minutes then it’s time for sleep. Me – I was ready for sleep three minutes…
The lovely Rebecca Rapp of Ruka Studio who not only designed and created my fab logo, brand, and website but she also raps:
I ate gingerbread sent to me from Germany and received not one, but two ads for swimsuits that make you look thinner. I entered detox today from everything that is toxic and received an affirmation custom made from Wayne Dyer: AVOID LOW-ENERGY SUBSTANCES Alcohol, as well as all drugs (legal and otherwise), lowers your body’s energy level and weakens you. In addition, you’ll find that people with similar low energy show up in your life.…
Tidings of Love ‘Twas the night before Christmas in Faubourg-St. John And not a creature was stirring, at home or beyond. The stockings that hung by the chimneys were frayed With thousands laid-off and the rest underpaid, And tucked into spots where they wouldn’t be taken Were cookies for Santa in case of a break-in. The kids dreamt of sugar plums dancing with stars, But the dreams of the grown-ups were really bizarre: The mayor…
I’ve been seeing red lately and so it is only fitting I saw the light and it was a GREEN one. This week begins my new career: http://greenlightglobalresearch.com/ And I’m also teaming up with some friends I have sorely missed at: http://blueshiftideas.com/ And last but not least, I’m living out one of my fantasies by being an innkeeper: http://www.vrbo.com/382487 Of course, there is the fourth thing I’m doing and that is being the mother of…
A THOUGHT FOR TODAY: My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy. -George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans), novelist (1819-1880)
I read that however you spend New Year’s Day is an indication of how your year will go. Well, hmmm, let’s see. How about we got in bed around 3am, we got woken up by a little boy at 7:15 am, the hot water heater plug blew out, we made black eyed peas, cabbage, risotto with Istra black truffles, bread with honey and butter, and chaurice sausage and had Ruinart champagne. I hid a dime…
This is what the sky looked like before the calendar flipped to 2012: This is what the beach looked like in Hollywood Florida where we were supposed to be headed today: This is what New Year’s Eve looked like:
Ground control to major dome, we are floating in the air. You think about your life in segments, in spans, in seconds and you know, I have to say at the risk of being thought a braggard – fuck me – my life is fabulous. Today ended 2011, we were at a party blocks from the LaLa where our guests from NY said it felt like NY, really? and then we were not too far…